Musijue stayed up all night, and his face was only a little pale. If you didn't pay close attention, you wouldn't be able to tell any difference between him and usual.

But Aunt Zhou wanted to ask, Si Jue, how are you?

Mu Sijue's eyes were a little obscure, "Aunt Zhou, I'm fine, don't worry about me."

"If you are really good, why do you torture yourself?" Aunt Zhou looked at Mu Sijue, "Xiao Qi, I know you too well - you are not good at all now."

"..."

Mu Sijue didn't say a word, nor did he look at Aunt Zhou.

In front of Aunt Zhou, who has watched him grow up, he is accustomed to using silence to avoid topics.

Aunt Zhou couldn't bear to force Mu Sijue and sighed, "Xiaoqi, Aguang told me that you want to kill Youning. Is this true?"

"Aunt Zhou, Xu Youning is from Kangruicheng." Mu Sijue's voice was emotionless, "Kangruicheng has hurt you before, whether it is Kangruicheng or the people around him, I will never let anyone go."

"Youning is different!" Aunt Zhou tried to awaken Mu Sijue's feelings for Xu Youning, "Sijue, you love..."

"Aunt Zhou, I hate Xu Youning." Mu Sijue's eyes were full of fierce hatred, "She can even strangle a child that has not yet formed. In the future, she can kill us. Xu Youning and I,

Either she dies or I die."

Aunt Zhou could not accept this fact, "Xiaoqi, do you have to be like this?"

"It can't be avoided."

Mu Sijue's tone was extremely cold, as if there was no room for negotiation, and it was useless for anyone to try to persuade him.

Fortunately, Aunt Zhou gave up and asked, "Si Jue, can you tell Aunt Zhou what happened between you and You Ning yesterday morning, and how did you find out that You Ning had eaten Mifemisol?"

"Aunt Zhou, I don't want to mention it."

That scene was a knife embedded in Musijue's heart forever.

Mu Sijue's voice had no ups and downs, as if he had lost all expectations for Xu Youning.

However, Su Jianan needs to know the details.

"Xiaoqi..."

Aunt Zhou also wanted to persuade Mu Sijue.

"Aunt Zhou, if you are okay, I will go back to the company."

Mu Sijue turned around and was about to leave the old house.

Aunt Zhou could only compromise, "Xiao Qi, please stay and have a meal with Aunt Zhou. We won't talk about those messy things."

After dinner, Aunt Zhou said that she was not feeling well and was afraid of any accident, so she asked Mu Sijue to stay in the old house.

Musijue has been working continuously for twenty-four hours. No matter how good his physical condition is, he cannot withstand staying up one more night.

Aunt Zhou just wanted Mu Sijue to stay home and rest.

Mu Sijue has grown so old that Aunt Zhou has almost never made any requests to him. This is the first time that the old man has asked him to stay and accompany her.

He knew that Aunt Zhou was not feeling well, but he could not ignore Aunt Zhou.

This time, it was Musijue's turn to compromise.

Mu Sijue said: "Aunt Zhou, please rest, I won't leave."

Aunt Zhou was finally reassured, "You should also have a good rest."

Aunt Zhou's injuries were not fully healed yet. After taking medicine after the meal, she felt a little drowsy. Mu Sijue asked the nurse to take Aunt Zhou upstairs.

Not long after, the nurse came down and said that Aunt Zhou was asleep.

"I got it." Mu Sijue lit a cigarette and ordered, "You guys should guard Aunt Zhou so that she doesn't wake up uncomfortable in the middle of the night. If anything goes wrong, tell me immediately."

"We understand."

After saying that, the nurse glanced at Musijue, obviously she still had something to say.

Mu Sijue said one word coldly: "Speak!"

A chill ran down the nurse's back and he trembled, "Mr. Mu, Aunt Zhou said before going to bed that if you leave in the middle of the night, you will be an unworthy descendant of the Mu family."

Musijue: "..."

Aunt Zhou's threats were effective. Mu Sijue finished his cigarette and walked to the yard, but did not leave.

In winter, City G is no less chilly than City A. The dry cold feels like it will crack one's skin.

Last winter, Xu Youning was still in G City, freely entering and leaving the Mu family's old house.

This year, she is already in another city and another old house.

No wonder the ancients said that fate is impermanent.

Mu Sijue walked out of the old house.

The older generation of people in G City are more accustomed to calling this place the Mu family mansion.

The mansion is also truly big, and within a three-kilometer radius, it is the property of the Mu family.

Beyond the confines of the Mu family's mansion, there is a park.

The night was not yet deep, and there were many people in the park. There were several young couples playing with their children, and one of them was playing football with their children.

The little kid didn't have any skills. He only knew how to kick the ball far away. The little boy kicked the ball out and the white football rolled towards Musijue.

The child said "Yeah" and ran after the ball, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of the football. He cried, "Dad, my ball."

Musijue was inexplicably soft-hearted and stretched out his foot to help the little boy block the football.

The little boy breathed a sigh of relief, ran over and looked up at Musijue, who was several times taller than him, "Thank you, uncle. Wow, uncle, you are so handsome!"

A child younger than Mumu, with a soft and cute voice and a harmless look, can easily touch the softest part of people's hearts.

Musijue knelt down, picked up the ball, held it in front of the little boy with both hands, and said, "Give it back to you."

"Thank you, uncle!" The little boy looked around Musijue, "Uncle, are you alone? Well, you can play with me. Do you know how to play football?"

Looking into the child's innocent eyes, Mu Sijue nodded inexplicably, "Yes."

"Haha," the little boy smiled happily, "Then let's play together. You kick the ball over to me, and I'll kick it back to you. It's fun."

The little boy put down the ball and ran away. Mu Sijue looked at the child's small figure, his eyes tightened, and everything in front of him suddenly became blurry.

Musijue closed his eyes, and with a slight push on his foot, the ball rolled towards the little boy accurately, as if he had received an order.

When A Guang came back, he saw Mu Sijue playing football with a little boy.

He thought he had seen it wrong, so he wiped his eyes, and when he took a closer look, he saw that it was really Musijue.

"Seventh, seventh brother..."

Aguang heard his own voice full of shock.

Musijue caught the ball kicked by the little boy, picked it up and sent it back to the little guy, "I'm leaving."

A Guang came to him at this time, probably because he had something to do.

The little boy liked playing with Mu Sijue very much. Hearing that Mu Sijue was leaving, he was a little disappointed, but he still nodded and said politely: "Goodbye, uncle."

Musijue gently touched the little guy's head and said, "Goodbye."

He walked out of the park and walked to the old house with Aguang, "What's going on?"

A Guang reported some things, but they were not urgent matters. He just needed Mu Sijue to make an idea.

After saying that, the two of them returned to their old home.

Mu Sijue told Aguang what to do one by one. Finally, he said: "If there is nothing else, you can go back."

"One more thing," A Guang said in an annoyed tone, "Brother Qi, what you did just now was too dangerous."

In City G, Musijue was a sensitive figure. Not only the police were watching him, but also some "peers", and some even threatened to kill him.

He was alone in the park just now, exposing himself to the outside at 360 degrees. If a sniper rifle was aimed at him, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Don't worry." Musijue said calmly, "I have a sense of discretion."

Aguang thought to himself, are you really there? Are you sure that you haven't been attracted by that child and have all your attention, thus relaxing your vigilance to the surroundings?

"Is there anything else?" Musijue asked.

A Guang shook his head, "It's okay."

"Let's go back."

After saying that, Musijue turned and went upstairs.

After spinning around for a day and a night, Musijue was already tired. After going back to his room and lying down, he fell asleep quickly with the help of sleeping pills.

He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but Musijue suddenly saw a little boy of two or three years old.

The immature child, fair and clean, stood not far away and smiled at him.

Musijue's heart seemed to be hit by something, and a voice told him that it was his child.

He walked over almost greedily, but the child kept moving back.
To be continued...